"It's me or her Nor, there is no both in this situation. It's your choice." Norway stared blankly at his Girlfriend of 8 years, Christa Kohler, no emotion passing through his violet-blue eyes. She stared right back, dark blue eyes shining with sadness, knowledge and fear. His silence was enough for the Greenlandic woman as she gave him a single heartbroken smile and nodded.
"Treat her well." Norway stared at her in mild surprise as she walked upstairs to their once shared bedroom. He followed her up, hands shaking at the thought of her leaving him. He watched silently as she packed her bags, he didn't know what to say. She had taken his silence as the answer, to a question that he didn't know how to answer.
Norway couldn't breathe as she gently pushed past him, giving him a smile that said the word he despised her saying. 'Good Bye' they said. He felt frozen in time as he watched the woman he grew up with walk out of his life forever. His ice cold heart cracked slightly as she left, leaving the memory of her behind to haunt him for the rest of his immortal life.
This was his fault, he knew that. If he hadn't of cheated on her with Daniella, the representation of the Faroe Islands, then this would have never of happened. Christa wasn't angry when she found out, though, she just calmly asked why, and when he gave her the answer 'I don't know if I love you the same way I used to', she didn't yell or scream at him. She just nodded. He knew her better than that, though.
He knew she wouldn't cry or show her hurt in front of anyone else. She would cry all by herself in her room. Norway hated the fact that he had hurt her. Christa only ever cried in front of him, and that was because she felt safe and loved with him. To know that he had hurt her enough so that she wouldn't allow herself to trust him enough to cry in front of him, it hurt him more than anything. He knew that he would distance herself from everyone for a while.
Norway almost threw up at the thought of her sitting alone in her room, tears drying on her ivory coloured face, dark blue eyes dull with pain, lips chapped from lack of hydration and hair messy from no longer having the motivation to drag a brush through the shoulder-length, light brown hair. He had to fix this.
Christa sat on her bed in Greenland, face distorted into one that screamed helplessly, blue eyes clouded from the emotional pain. She had known for months that Norway had lost the love that he once had for her. She knew, but she couldn't bring herself to leave him without proof. In those few months, her life had spiralled down, she had felt depressed and alone. She began to think about how worthless that she was that the love of her life, the light of her world, had to cheat on her to get rid of her.
Her mind had begun to fill with insults, with reasons that he should leave her. Christa didn't blame either Daniella or Lukas. Not at all, how could she? Oh no, she blamed herself. She blamed herself for being too weak, too pathetic. She had decided that no one could ever truly love her, she was only a worthless and weak country after all. That's what they all thought, right?
Her walls had been broken by Lukas, crumbled into tiny particles of dust. But it wasn't like she wouldn't build them up again, right from scratch. She wouldn't allow herself to run back into his arms, her heart wouldn't be able to take it.
And yet, if that was true, then why did her heart crack and ache from leaving him?
'I'm sorry, but I probably can't take your call right now! Please call me later or leave a message, and I will get back to you as soon as possible!' Norway had gotten this answer at least 30 times in the past 10 minutes. He had been trying to call Greenland, desperately wanting to make things right.
"Norway Baby, will you just stop trying to call that idiot. She's obviously not answering." The accented voice of the Faroe Islands filled his ears, and he wondered why he even cheated on Christa with a whining woman like her.
"I can't stop, I love her, I thought you would know this, Daniella. She's my world." The woman next to him screamed in anger. Throwing a nearby book at his head.
"You told me that you didn't love her! Make up your mind already!" Norway looked at her with cold and emotionless eyes, causing her to glare at him.
"I already have, I choose Christa. You're not right for me." Daniella's face turned red in anger as she slapped Norway across the face.
"You won't find anyone like me!" Norway glared at her harshly, gesturing Daniella to the front door. Daniella gathered her things with a huff and began storming to the door.
"Oh, and that's the point. I can't believe I cheated on Christa with someone like you." He shut the door in her face and slid against the shut door.
Greenland stared at her phone with sadness. She knew Norway would try to call her, but for him to be this persistent was shocking. After all, she wasn't worth it.
She grabbed a whisky bottle from under her bed and drank. Christa wasn't much for drinking, but if it meant forgetting about Norway, it was worth it. And if that meant that she would drink herself to death, then even better.
She wasn't needed, not really. Her country was pretty useless in political things, and even worse when talking about the economy. The only reason she actually showed up at meetings, was because she was afraid that Germany would notice and yell at her for it. He was scary!
Bottle after the bottle she drank, but it obviously wasn't doing its job. If anything it made her think about Norway even more. There was only one way that she could possibly forget now, and that was to die. Despite popular belief, it was possible for a country to commit suicide, but only if they really and truly wanted it. And Greenland was prepared to dispose of herself, even though she knew it would cause all her friends pain.
It was the only way out for her now, the only way to get away from Norway.
And so the knife slashed across her skin multiple times.
Norway cursed under his breath as he got off of the plane in Greenland. He hated flying, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Greenland hadn't answered anyone's calls or texts. Norway didn't like it at all. He knew about her growing depression, and what it could drive her to do. He didn't bother with waiting for the crowd to move like he usually would, instead, he pushed through it and ran.
He sprinted all the way to Christa's house. He didn't stop, despite what the other people around were asking him. He tried the handle of the front door frantically, before growling and shoving his entire body weight into it. People around yelled at him to stop, asked him what was wrong, but he could barely even hear them.
His mind was throbbing, his body was aching, but he could not stop now. He couldn't allow the woman he loved to take her life because of him. With a final shove, the door broke. Lukas sighed in relief and ran to Christa's bedroom. He opened the door, hopefully. He didn't want her to be dead, he didn't want her beautiful face to be erased from this world. Of course, he was prepared to see the worse, but he prayed that he wouldn't.
Christa looked up in shock at the man, breathing heavily, one hand on his forehead as he sobbed in joy. She stared as he made his way next to her, as he grabbed a medical box and bound her wrists so they would no longer bleed. She stared as his tears fell down on her covered wrists, she couldn't look away.
Christa couldn't understand why he was here in the first place. Lukas looked up at her, he looked at her with such a broken and hurt look that she almost began to cry with him. His hands were shaking, his entire body was shaking.
"You- You almost, oh God." He placed a hand on her cheek and rest his head on her's.
"I choose you. I choose you, I just, I don't. You're so perfect, it seemed too good to be true. I wasn't worth you, I didn't stop loving you, I just turned my affections towards someone else, you deserve so much better than what I can give you, but God, I can't let you go. I can't just-" He broke off in sobs, his tears splashing against your face as well as his.
"I love you."
Norway felt his heart crack again at the thought of her almost dying, he just couldn't live without her in the world.
"Norway?" He looked into her eyes, just now noticing the pain, the sadness and the confusion.
"I'm not worth your affections if anything. I'm useless and pathetic, I can't be of any use to you or your country, so what's the point of-" Lukas cut her off with a kiss, both people's tears mixing with each other. She couldn't resist kissing him back, despite all that he put her through, she still loved him. The thought both hurt him and made him happy all at the same time.
The fact that she could still love him, despite everything made his heart break, it meant that although he had broken her, she wanted him to fix her again. It made him happy because he loved her.
"I don't care, you are not useless or pathetic. You are amazing, beautiful, perfect, smart and I love you. My country has nothing to do with it, I love you as Lukas and as Norway, not just as Norway." She stuttered on her words in reply, he knew she wouldn't forgive him straight away, but he was willing to try forever for her.
"You don't have to say it, I just want you to know that I do love you."
And then she did something that he never thought she would do.
She smiled.
Despite the pain he could put her through, she would run back to him every time if he told her to. She couldn't stay away from him, her love was unconditional for him. His love was like her drug, it was addicting. She could never break away, even if she tried. She loved a broken man.